“Gem, say something.” His voice was rough, a purr deep in his chest that I could feel where our bodies touched. Even on my tiptoes I couldn’t reach his lips. “Savio,” I said softly. “Please.” I didn’t need to say what I wanted, he knew. “You’ll regret this.” “Maybe,” I said, but right this second, I needed this more than air. Finally, Savio let me pull him down and his lips pressed against mine.
THIS IS SO MESSED UP YOU'RE IN A CHURCH. AT YOUR DADS FUNERAL AND UR NONNA'S IDIOT
